Winter glares at me through frosted glass, Daring me to leave the comfort of my chair. Frigid winds whoosh loudly through the eaves. Branches scrape and creak against the grey slate roof I close my eyes and rest my head, And listen to the winter wail
Flickering flames cast shadows on the hearth. Leaping in the solstice dance to taunt the wind Lacy flakes wing wildly round in squalls. Flirting, urging me to join them in their play I close my eyes and rest my head, And listen to the crackling logs.
On my lap, a favorite fiction waits By my side, an aromatic pot of tea Nothing can seduce me from this place Winter’s quiet peace will heal my weary soul I close my eyes and rest my head, And wrapped in wooly warmth, I doze.